"Please come in," Alana says, opening the door completely and gesturing to the comfortable chairs in the sitting room. "I'll make us some tea."

Alana crosses to the small kitchenette, visible from the sitting room, and bustles about with the kettle. "I'm sure he would have found someone else to look after his cat, Oswin. There was nothing you could have done to prevent this. Have you left him a note yet?"